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Not long after they left, two people suddenly walked out from the opposite corner, they were Qi Lan and Sikong Changjue, whom Qian Feng had not been able to find just now.

Sikong Changjue closed his folding fan and tapped it on his palm, squinting at Qilan who was still out of his mind beside him, his eyes gradually darkened, but there was still a spring-like smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said unintentionally: "It seems that you My sister was fascinated by this young man who came out of the drunken world of mortals, and seeing the deep affection between these two, I couldn't help feeling a little bit envious."

The smile on Qi Lan's face had already disappeared without a trace while following Qian Feng and the two of them all the way. He was secretly invited by Sikong Changjue to discuss things, but the two met before entering the restaurant. Seeing the figure of Qian Feng and Qi Rong walking hand in hand, for some reason, he put down the business at hand and followed.

Seeing them laughing and running all the way, the depression accumulated in Qilan's chest for the past few days has become more and more serious, until now it is like a knot in the throat, unable to express it. Hearing what Sikong Changjue said, his heart became even more irritable, and he couldn't help shouting: "Enough is enough!" !do not talk!"

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere instantly condensed. Even the lively crowd around couldn't degrade the cold air that suddenly emanated from Sikong Changjue. He suddenly tightened his palms, and the folding fan in his hand seemed to be unable to withstand the force of his palms and creaked. It took a long time for Sikong Changjue to squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth: "Lan, you are emotional."

Qi Lan suddenly raised his head to look at him, the blood on his face covered by bangs gradually faded, and the rest was pale.

"I..." He wanted to deny it flatly, but he only said one word, but he couldn't say it anymore.

Since sending Qian Feng away that day, for three consecutive months, he couldn't sleep day and night. Whenever he closed his eyes, what appeared in his mind was the dream of the spring, the face that was close at hand, and the pair of mist. Those smoldering eyes, that green and clumsy kiss...

Qi Lan felt that she was in a daze, obviously she gave him away, but now what is the reason for this?

I don't know how many sleepless nights, he wandered alone outside Lanfang Courtyard, thinking that there was only a wall between him and that person, but he felt inexplicably at ease.

He secretly asked people to monitor Lan Fangyuan, telling himself that this was just to know whether Qi Ren could really confront Qi Rong head-on for Qianfeng, but when he knew that Qi Ren had really caused trouble in the past, he didn't have much trouble in his heart. On the contrary, she was relieved when she heard that Qi Rong had thrown Qian Feng into the other courtyard.

Qi Lan has never understood the reason for all his recent abnormal behaviors. Today, after Sikong Changjue said this, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he knew everything, and all the questions had answers in an instant.It turned out to be... emotional.

Seeing Qilan wandering in the sky, Sikong Changjue's face became even colder. He raised his wrist slightly, held Qilan's chin with a fan so that he could look at him, and moved his face closer until he was about to touch Qilan's chin. When the lips parted suddenly, the lips brushed his ear and blew in gently, and said solemnly: "Don't forget what you promised me!"

At this time, Qi Lan had already recovered from the shock just now. Facing such an ambiguous gesture, he frowned slightly, raised his hand to open the fan on his chin, took a step back, and distanced himself from Sikong Changjue , and then said lightly: "I know what I'm doing. I'm tired. We'll talk about it another day. Be careful not to expose your whereabouts."

After Qilan finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, when suddenly behind him came Sikong Changjue's still gentle sigh: "I really want to kill him!"

Qi Lan paused, then looked back at him lightly: "Don't touch him, it's still useful for me to keep him."

Although it was an unremarkable sentence, Sikong Changjue felt a chill, his eyes flickered, and then the smile on his face rippled again, he opened the folding fan with a bang, and said with a smile: "Of course... Won't."

Too many thoughts have not been sorted out, and Qi Lan didn't say any more. After getting the guarantee from Sikong Changjue, he set off to return home. Along the way, he also figured it out. will fall.

The trip that day seemed to be just a small episode, and it didn't cause much disturbance to Qianfeng's calm life in Gujing.Qi Rong seemed to be always busy with things, and Qian Feng had never seen her since that day.

After Lu Jiu recovered from his injury, he was sent here by Qi Rong. This person seemed to have been reborn. He changed from his previous sloppy attitude and respected Qian Feng. , had to go with him.

However, Qian Feng felt uneasy when there was an extra person waiting by his side, besides, something like that happened between them.After much deliberation, Qian Feng finally thought of Xiao Xiaoliu, whom he had forgotten since he lived in Huagu Palace, and asked someone to set up a stable in the courtyard, and brought Xiaoliu here. Xiaoliu was still worried about the neglect he had received Indignant, seeing Qian Feng without saying a word, he first raised his hind leg and gave him a hoof, but Qian Feng slapped his nose bitterly after being easily dodged by Qian Feng.

Then, Lu Jiu's task changed from taking care of Xiaoliu to taking care of Xiaoliu, and the two of them immediately lived a "harmonious" life.Since then, in the small courtyard where Qianfeng lived, the scene of "remnant flowers and dead leaves flying together, and the sound of the piano neighing together" has often appeared. There is no other reason. Qianfeng still can't control it well. The internal force, the first to be devastated is the flowers and plants in the courtyard, but Xiao Xiaoliu has been used to this kind of scene when he was in Trumen, and whenever he encountered such a situation, he would hiss and shake Qian Feng who was immersed in the melody. Pull back to reality.

The day was sunny, and Qian Feng, who felt like he would get moldy if he slept any longer, finally jumped off the beam, picked up Siyue and went to the Huxin Pavilion in the courtyard.

Sitting at the stone table in the pavilion with her hands up and her chin up, her hair was loose from sleeping, and a few locks of hair were hanging down from her bun to cover her eyes. Qian Feng didn't bother to care about them, and lazily raised her eyelids to look Let's take a look at Lu Jiu and Xiaoliu who are having fun by the lake. Of course, it was Lu Jiu who was being played by Xiaoliu. Recently, this little guy's temper has become more and more serious.Qian Feng twitched the corners of her mouth, and continued to wander in the sky.

His fingers unconsciously plucked the strings, and when he came back to his senses, Qian Feng realized that he had played a piece he had never played before. He still remembered that he was still young at that time, and was brought back from the snow by Hong Yuan. Truman, in those years, he often saw Hong Yuan playing this piece alone in the forest, with red clothes and black hair, lonely and desolate.Thinking about it now, it seems like a lifetime away.

The movements of his subordinates became slower and slower. At the end, Qian Feng simply stopped. No matter how much he thought about it, he just couldn't remember the second part. Under distress, his brows were tightly wrinkled.